Test Drive

[travelagency]

Test Drive Ladies and gentlemen and others, robots and augments, cybernetic lifeforms and entities of all sorts, if I may please have your attention for just a moment, we at the Blackstaff Resort need your assistance. Our lovely little town is under threat of attack, but with your help we can both prevent further harm. These artificially spawned creatures could be described as zombies, and unfortunately they are infectious to the indigenous populations of this universe. You brave souls have the great fortune of being immune to their bites. Therefore, your assistance would be most invaluable in this endeavour. You could potentially save the poor citizens who have already been bitten and succumbed to the illness, return them to their healthy state, as well as the ones still attempting to lead normal lives. In return for your service, if you should volunteer, we will finance your room and board throughout your stay. Moreover, we will arrange for a specific request to be granted at the end of your contract. Should you wish to go to a universe where your parents still live, should you wish a custom home built to your specifications, should you wish to meet your favorite famous personality (current or historical), we will arrange any of this for you. So valuable to us are your efforts. Please speak to a travel agent if you might be interested, and thank you for listening. This is the Test Drive for the Last Resort. This test drive will be canon both if you're accepted, or if current players want to acknowledge a thread as part of their in game canon (almost like a 4th wall post). For more information on what's going on, here is our news broadcast and OOC post. If you get bored and want to follow up on some of the history? Check out the news tag. Test Drive starters are required on applications. Prompts Recruitment People need to be recruited from their home universes, so current and would be travel agents should stop in and convince them to come along for the ride. Because, really, who wouldn't want to deal with zombies? Wrangling Being able to one day save the infected, the ones that were once people, seems very likely according to the scientists in the lab and in the clinic. Therefore Jeffers has offered a sort of sancturary: rooms in his resort in a cornered off section specifically meant to hold those zombies so they don't walk out into daylight and die. Imports have yet to catch the infection, or show no symptoms of having done so even months after being bitten. So during curfew hours the few straggling villager zombies (though they're often unfortunate criminals who were trying to sneak around or absent minded idiot vacationers) need to be captured intact. If they don't look like spawner zombies, then they're to be treated with care and moved to one of the rooms. Before dawn, of course. Extermination Spanwer zombies, however, are fair game. And like with all hostiles in the world, they have a bounty on them. They're not much of a problem during the day, but outside the walls at night they litter the countryside as the spiders, the skeletons, and the creepers do. Time Off The odd thing is, during the day? The village doesn't seem to care that they're in constant danger. The sense of community is strong, and people seem bizarrely obsessed in coming and seeing the dangers. Tourists and sight-seers do business with the locals who are very happy to have it again. Senseless though it seems with the trouble of occasional shambling aggressors or quiet toodling green grenades, the people of blackstaff are conducting their lives as normal outside of their curfew. Navigation

Comments

[smeg_off]

Wrangling
[Lister has been at this for twenty minutes, and theoretically he thought it would be easier. But the problem is, there's what obviously used to be an amazingly buxom blonde with legs for days that is clawing at the bottom of the tree that he made his way up that needs to be led back to the resort. But there's also a couple of those horror faced things and who knows how they used to get in.]

[The fact of the matter is a pair of legs that nice should carry on and deserve to be saved, and while that fills him with determination he's still not too keen on slobbered over as a well-made spicy curry whether or not he is capable of being infected. With as much as he's eaten in his lifetime he must be thoroughly basted with flavour as well.]

At least there's a woman that would want Rimmer. There had to be one somewhere in the universe.

Down Time
[When Dave shows up at Pugsy's in the middle of the day, he's just woken up. Alcohol for breakfast? It seems like a fantastic idea to him. After the night he had, he deserves it.]

[He looks like he could almost be one of the shambly sorts outside as he drops onto a stool.] If I give you the most explicit instructions, we're talkin' museum fossil reconstruction specific and an impressive tip, would it be possible for you to start me off with a beer milkshake?

[arnold_j_rimmer]

[Rimmer scowls down at Lister from a higher branch. He'd shimmied up and out of danger at the first sign of trouble and is now perched on the top of the tree like a particularly horsey-faced Christmas tree angel.]

I'm sure there are plenty of women in the universe who would be thrilled to earn my affection.

It's just unfortunate chance that I haven't met any of them yet.

[smeg_off]

Most of them with some sort of severe lack of social knowledge and then you educate them with your own special brand of ignorance and smeg-headedness.

[He should probably remind Rimmer that the zombies can't actually bite him so much as provide painful irritation with their teeth. Okay, that is biting. But they can't break skin as Rimmer is lacking in it.]

[arnold_j_rimmer]

[True cowardice knows no logic.]

You're not exactly Mr. Suave McDebonair yourself. When women kiss you, it probably tastes like licking the counter of a beer and curry shop.

[smeg_off]

I would think that'd give 'em an ounce more encouragement. I've never had it get in the way of a proper blow-through anyway.

[He tips forward to watch her snarl and claw at the bark, and finally his better morals kick in. He's scared nearly trousers soiling stupid, but he has to help her.]

We hafta do somethin'. Come on. I'm gonna need your help reachin' her back-up singers so I can brain them.

[arnold_j_rimmer]

My help? Oh no, I'm making a tactical decision to stay right up here where it's safe. [He crosses his arms over his chest defiantly, sways precariously on his branch because he's now not holding onto anything, and quickly abandons defiance and clings to the tree again.]

[smeg_off]

Do you remember that one time you were "tactical" and I wrapped up your war effort be droppin' you in a bog the hard way? Ya remember that?

Unless you want me to come up with somethin' even better this time, and my "better" meaning "vile" the same as your "tactical" meaning "cowardly", I think you oughta help me. [He starts making his way over to Rimmer's branch, which is taking a little bit of navigating.] I might need you to meet me halfway.